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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q-Tip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Composer
James Dewitt Yancey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Producer
Jay Dee
Producer
Jason Groucott
Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Marchese
Engineer
Steve Souder
Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Take you (Higher)
Hit you (Higher)
Make you (Higher)
Hit you (Higher)
Take you (Higher)
[Verse 2]
I don't know what to make of this
Funny brother on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it, put my game down
Hold the game, fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Make it out alive, you won't be that way long
Plus, y'all **** is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush neither
My hood dogs sings songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up with rain
Like to lay your chick down and get a blessing of brains
My man ski know you soft so he stressing your chain
We see tomorrow through the shades of it might come
Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done
Matrix, ****, you looking at the one
Fortified with a bonafide blasting of a gun
We in the space for positioning, money and eliciting
Living out our lives while certain cats just looking in
We bewildered off the sacks and the green
Whether the bay, LA, or Chicago or Queens
You better raise your game, they coming at you high
You better raise your game, don't ask no questions why, ****
Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit
And speak literally, you in some shit (Higher)
[Verse 3]
Take you (Higher)
Hit you (Higher)
Make you (Higher)
Hit you (Higher)
[Verse 4]
I dominate flows, I dominate shows
And, in the nighttime our dominance grows
And, you could see from the posture I'm holding
Yo, I'm re-ing up while the rest is folding
A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and
Experience, adventures like Poseidon
Bump heads with R&B chicks
Give 'em one hit joint and they looking for the remix
The shit that spit like plain clothes days
Surprised you legit, make your whole team freeze
I'm so irregular, ear on the cellular
Let's celebrate 'cause your man is a hell of a
Filling the blank with a good thing to fill in
We hold is still 'cause we walking with steel chins
Blindsided up in your own reality
While we in the heat if the movement, fuck reality
I really wanna see you rise to my joint, ma
I'm looking straight, don't see your eyes, get the point, ma?
However you do it, I'm doing you back
Yo, don't misconstrue it, 'cause I'm screwing it back
Yo, rappers better count my presence as they down time
I gotta move around, don't have no fuck around time
So, you better just get on back, just, abst'act (Higher)
[Verse 5]
Take you (Higher)
Hit you (Higher)
Make you (Higher)
Hit you (Higher)
[Verse 6]
Higher, higher, I'm getting higher
We're getting higher
Higher, higher, yeah, one more time
[Verse 7]
I don't know what to make of this
Funny brother on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it, put my game down
Hold the game, fucking blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
Make it out alive, you won't be that way long
Plus, y'all **** is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush neither
And I bet y'all ain't get no, who? Neither
Written by: James Dewitt Yancey, Kamaal Fareed